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Rh And in her fair hands did lovingly bear A cup of red wine, and a farle of cake, To give the old man for loved Hynde Horn's sake."

The hero of the ballad, who had not seen his true love for seven long years, could not have been more amazed at the change in her than was Ronald Macdonald at the sight of the flushed, excited, almost tearful king's daughter on the staircase; Lady Ardmore's diamonds flashing from her crimson satin gown. Lady Ardmore's rubies glowing on her white arms and throat; not Miss Dalziel, as had been arranged, but Francesca, rebellious, reluctant, embarrassed, angrily beautiful and beautifully angry! In the next scene Hynde Horn has drained the cup and dropped the ring into it. Oh, found you that ring by sea or on land, Or got you that ring off a dead man's hand?' Oh, I found not that ring by sea or on land. But I got that ring from a fair lady's hand.

As a pledge of true love she gave it to me. Full seven years ago as I sail'd o'er the sea; But now that the diamonds are chang'd in their hue, I know that my love has to me proved untrue.'"

I never saw a prettier picture of sweet, tremulous womanhood, a more enchanting breathing image of fidelity, than Francesca looked as Mr. Beresford read:— Oh, I will cast off my gay costly gown, And follow thee on from town unto town. And I will take the gold kaims from my hair And follow my true love for ever mair.'"